hyubreis

[hyubreis]

Thoughts on first kiss with nagumo?

it would be an accident, at least that’s what you think but it was all planned for him. you know nagumo is the kind of guy who never misses an opportunity to prank you or make a joke at your expense.. it goes far beyond your imagination sometimes. he can and will trick you into anything, fooling you into simple kiss won’t a big deal for him.

“how ‘bout a game?”

“huh?” you roll your eyes, knowing he’s up to something. “what kind of game this time?”

“how about we see who can get closest to the other’s face without actually touching?”

“the fuck? that’s a weird game, nagumo.” you say as your brows furrows.

he shrugs, still grinning. “come on, it’ll be fun. and it’ll pass the time.”

you agree, sighing, thinking nothing bad can come of it. your faces are getting closer as you lean in towards one another. you’re both trying not to laugh, the proximity making you slightly dizzy.

“hmm, closer,” he whispers, his breath warm on your face.

you squint, focusing on the tiny distance between your noses. “this is ridiculous,” you murmur.

“juuuust a lil’ more…”

suddenly, a loud noise startles you both; a cat knocking over a stack of crates in the corner. you jump, losing your balance, and your lips crash into his.

you pull back quickly, eyes wide. “nagumo! what the hell?”

he’s laughing, a genuine, hearty laugh that you don’t hear often. “that was soo priceless!” he says, wiping a tear from his eye.

but you’re flustered, cheeks burning in heat because.. what the fuck? you guys just kissed? “that was an accident!”

“suuuure it was,” he teases, leaning back against the wall, still chuckling.

“wait a second… did you plan that?”

he puts on an exaggerated innocent face. “who, me? i would never!”

you groan, walking away from him. “i don’t want to see your face again. get out of my sight.”

nagumo just shrugs, a satisfied grin on his face as he shouts from behind, “but that won’t change the fact you kissed me!”

[hyubreis]

Nagumo is the type to smile while you talk to other guys but deep down is boiling with jealousy

nagumo leans casually against the wall, his usual playful smile plastered on his face as he watches you from a distance then his laughter joins in, though it doesn’t reach his eyes. he just laughs and smiles and jokes, really

inside, he's boiling with jealousy, a tight knot forming in his stomach. his hands clench into fists, hidden from view in his pockets, and his jaw tightens ever so slightly. he wants to stride over, wrap an arm around you, and make it clear that you're his, but he doesn't. instead, he maintains his carefree façade, the charming smile never wavering

each time you laugh, it feels like a dagger twisting in his heart. he hates feeling this way; jealousy isn’t something he’s accustomed to. but seeing you so animated with someone else makes it impossible to ignore the possessive streak within him. "making new friends, huh?" speaking out his jealousy in the most subtle way he can

[hyubreis]

I just want to know how nagumo would comfort reader when they cry

Btw I love your work it so good 💕💕💕

uuu thanku nonnie for enjoying my works <3 hmm i’d think nagumo would blend his playful nature with genuine care, using humor and affection to lift your spirits, perhaps a bit of jokes n tricks here n there too !!

“hey, hey, what’s all this?” nagumo asks, tone light but his eyes full of concern. he kneels in front of you, tilting his head to catch your gaze

you try to look away, embarrassed by your tears, but he gently cups your chin, turning your face back towards him. “hey, none of that now baby,” he says softly, his thumb brushing away a tear. “you know, tears don’t really suit you”

his words bring a small, reluctant smile to your face, and he grins in response. “now there’s that beautiful smile i love,” teasing you, but the words sincere. he sits beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close

nagumo doesn’t say anything for a while, just holds you, letting you cry into his shoulder. after a few moments, he starts speaking, “you know, i once tried to comfort a crying baby by juggling knives. not my best idea,” he says, making you chuckle through your tears. “but hey, at least it got the baby to stop crying, even if it was out of sheer terror”

you laugh, though the sound a bit shaky. nagumo’s hand rubs soothing circles on your back, his touch warm and comforting. “there’s that laugh. music to my ears,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple

[hyubreis]

"sorry" shishiba mutters from the driver's seat after he hits a speed bump, (that he didn't notice) sending the car flying— much to nagumo's dismay

you are sprawled across the nauseous man, sleeping peacefully after a long mission. it's not like you wanted to sleep on nagumo's lap, he offered it the moment he caught you yawning and resting your head against the window

"c'mere. i'm way comfier than a window!" nagumo chirps, patting his lap

little do you know, nagumo easily gets car sick but in his defense, you didn't have to know that

he was already lightheaded from the long car ride, how much more when shishiba decides to run over another speed bump causing the car to jerk once more

nagumo, who was leaning back against the plush leather car seats, grips on the grip handles tightly. his free hand flies towards your head to keep you steady, despite him on the verge of throwing up his entire pride and dignity out the window

you stir at the impact. letting out a sleepy groan as you crack an eye open

"nagumo?" you croak, voice hoarse from sleep. you slowly get up from his lap— only to be pushed back down by the man himself

"shh.. we're not at HQ yet. just go back to sleep" nagumo soothes, gently caressing your hair. ultimately lulling you back to sleep despite having an internal war with himself

it works somehow. when he feels your breathing go steady, he leans back against the seat again, looking out the window trying to desperately hold it in together until you get back at the JAA headquarters

he may be dying but at least you're comfortable, right?

nagumo squeezes his eyes shut when he feels another throb in his skull and a whirlwind brewing in his stomach when he suddenly glances up and accidentally meets shishiba's eyes from the rear view mirror

a long, awkward (more like embarrassing on nagumo's end) silence til shishiba's monotone voice breaks the silence

"you disgust me." shishiba deadpans

nagumo stares at him. blinking once. twice

was he watching the entire time?

"... just keep your eyes on the road.." nagumo says through gritted teeth, "and could you floor it... please"

[hyubreis]

You swore that he made it his vow to have a reminder of his existence for your every waking moment. That you wouldn’t spend a day without saying his name or cursing it to the wind.

ao3: for affection, for acceptance pairing: nagumo x f!reader genre: romance wc: 1.6k status: one shot

Everyone in the JAA knew you as the doll.

The living, breathing, epitome of a doll.

A cold-blooded killer.

The executioner without mercy.

A human born with no emotion.

Life hasn’t always been easy for you. To be born in a family of importance meant that you had to grow into somebody worthy enough to be important. To be recognized meant to have a hundred thousand impossible feats under your belt. To be accepted meant that you had to give up all that you were, change every angle, every vision, so you could fit into their ideals. To have been all of that at the same time meant that it left no room for anything else.

No room for sadness, nor happiness.

No room for affection, nor adoration.

No room for warmth, nor love.

No room for you.

So, who does this guy think he was? To shamelessly flaunt his undermining achievement in front of your face as though he held the world in the palm of his hand. Brazen that he was, given that he could easily boast about something you could do with your eyes closed with hands tied behind your back. That he could smile so freely like he did not just brutally murder ten people with nothing but a tiny Swiss knife.

He rose the ranks quickly, far too fast for your liking given that he was a transfer from those wimpy spy department kids. And each time he got closer to where you stand, his smile would glow brighter and brighter… until one day, it shone far more brilliantly than the sun itself.

And you hated that, more so than when your boss would rush you to get the job done a day earlier.

It didn’t deter him in his advances. Why would he relent when he knew you from when your family and his were neighbors? When he would pull at your hair and stare curiously at how your face would never contort to anything beyond that blank slate. Or from when he’d lick your ice cream to see if it tasted different from his despite it being the same flavor. When he’d barge into your room so early in the morning and demand to play with him.

He was a child. An annoyingly obnoxious entitled child.

Even now, as you transcend past a decade and a half into your lives, he remained that same child.

Unrelenting. Motivated in the best way, a pest in the worst.

You swore that he made it his vow to have a reminder of his existence for your every waking moment. That you wouldn’t spend a day without saying his name or cursing it to the wind.

He never left, serving as the sole reminder of all that you’ve forsaken to reach where you are now. Yoichi, the fiend. Yoichi, your neighbor. Yoichi, your first friend.

Many times did he push you to the edge. If he asked you where you were, you’d say you’re at the end of your limit. If he asked you where you live, you’d say in the state of annoyance. If he asked if you how you were, you’d say you’re better off knowing he’d hit the grave early.

Then one day, he asked… if you felt anything for him.

And for the first time in nearly twenty long years of getting on each other’s throats, you found no words to say.  

If he asked you about your feelings, what would you say? How would you look at him? Show him the puzzle of words that you yourself found difficulty piecing together.

Many times did he provoke you into doing something, whether it would be through aggravating you to assault, or by giving you these vague questions that leave you pondering them over for days without ever knowing the correct answer.

You wanted to believe you were smart, that your intellectual capabilities were above average—or better, above his. Yet here, in this space between annoyance and familiarity, a sickeningly fragrant flower had begun to bloom… and you didn’t know what to do.

Raised to assassinate, trained to kill. That’s what you were: a killer. There was nothing more.

Was that so wrong? To live life like a machine. It seemed like common sense to you. Because no one ever taught you otherwise. No one gave you a different way to live, showed you a new path to take. Breaking your heart for every life you took looked right. Killing your happiness for the sake of others seemed noble. Giving it all up for the greater good was for the best, wasn’t it?

There was nothing beyond you except for the eyes of a murderer. There was nothing more. So why does he look at you like that? Like you were trapped and drowning, and he wanted to get you out. Like there was an entire world waiting for you behind this wall of ice. Why does Yoichi look at you like that?

You wanted to ask him. Desperately so… why? Why do you look at me, as though you could love me?

And for that one rare moment, you snapped.

Why? You’d say, letting the years of pent-up frustration and sadness fall in rivers of silver. You didn’t understand... yet, in your heart, there was no denying it.

From way back to when you were children, Yoichi had already reached his hand out for you to take. He never left because he knew, even back then… that he was the only one you had. That you’d be lost if one more thing was going to leave you, that you’d drown and never come back if you had to give up another thing for the sake of another. If you had to choose from two equally important things: your happiness or the world?

Perhaps he wanted you to be a little more selfish. To put yourself first for a change. Because you’d spent so long asking others what they want… he wanted you to ask yourself what you want. And he’d be there to pick up the pieces of a world in ruin if he gets to see you smile.

And it unnerved you so, that it took you over a score to see him. To look to him in a different light. All that he did for you, and all that you did to him when all he ever wanted was for you to see yourself. To have you love your soul… and if he was lucky, maybe you could learn to love him, too.

The universe answered his life-long wish, so it seemed.

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You had the biggest crush on him.

Him. Nagumo Yoichi. Your next-door neighbor from your childhood days. The one who egged you into aggravated assault. The guy who'd take a thousand bullets for you. The one who'd shamelessly dress up as a girl to get you out of infiltration missions. The one who had all the patience in the world. All the happiness in the universe could offer.

Nagumo who could have had anything in the world, anyone he wanted, all at the snap of his fingers... yet he chose to stay beside you.

You had the biggest crush on Nagumo Yoichi, your husband.

Now, there was a big difference in loving someone, and having a crush on him.

Six years you've been together. Six long years, and even still, you find yourself staring at him when he's across the room. Trailing your eyes in the fiery warmth of his wake. Feeling like a thousand fireworks are exploding in your stomach, the rhythm of your heart going a beat faster, the songs they sing submerged in saturated adoration that it leaves you blushing like a high school girl.

He makes you giddy and nervous that it leaves you looking back and forth to your reflection in any shiny surface to see if you look alright.

Whenever you go out, whether it's for official business or a date, you'd struggle to find the right outfit—the perfect choice of clothes because you want to look your best for him, to have him think that you're pretty. And if you could, you'd spend forever styling your hair until every strand will never dare to go out of place ever again.

If the phone rings, the small flickering fire of hope burns into a blazing inferno, lighting up the sky with the hopes that it's him who's calling you, that it's him who's texting you.

When he's close enough to touch, near enough to hold, you just want him to lean in and kiss you.

There was no denying it, you have a crush on your husband.

And when he meets your stare, and he smiles, like there was nothing that could ever compare to you, you’d think to yourself that you’re at the luckiest you’ve ever been. Because you had him, and he had you. He loves you… and you love him.

Even now, as he sits so boyishly on the sofa, with his legs spread out so far it leaves no room for anyone else, you just can't stop staring at him.

Thinking to yourself that out of every soul in this infinite universe, you get to be his wife.

You married that guy.

Yoichi who’d dive to the depths of the sea to save you. Travel to the ends of the universe if you asked him to. Tie a lasso around the stars and bring them all to you. Count the grains of sand, tally every heartbeat that has echoed since the dawn of time, and even then, it wouldn’t be enough to tell you how much he loves you.

You married him. Yoichi… your husband, the man at the center of your planet-sized crush. You married him. He’s your husband.

They love us, you said to him back then at the day of your wedding.

Yet he simply looked to you, I love you.

And there was nothing in this world that could ever be greater than that.

it's short bcz i'm so stressed, 11 quizzes in a span of 4 days is so... evil 😭 I legitimately do not know what kind of turn this took but it's there

[hyubreis]

Nagumo always smiles. Everyone knows that. And, more than that, he always jokes around. His friends are used to his sudden appearances followed by his annoying antics.

Nagumo is one of the strongest assassins. Everyone knows that. Professionalism is his middle name. His killing ability combined with his disguise skills make him a tough one.

Nagumo is a deceiver. Everyone knows that. He can trick Sakamoto, his own best friend, even the dangerous Slur. He is an ultimate deceiver, even to himself.

However, Nagumo doesn't lie at home. Or rather, he can't. Every day, he would enter the apartment with his high-tone voice, with bloodstains on his clothes.

"WOMAN, I'M HOME!" he would cheerfully shout. His voice seeped through your half-open bedroom door. Noticing his presence didn't make you close the novel you're reading. You just lifted your head and said, "Shower before bed, please."

Nagumo tip-toeing into the bathroom. After the bathroom door closed, you could hear the sound of running water and his cheerful, pitchy singing. Soon, those sounds disappeared, replaced by the sound of a hair dryer, a chair being pulled, and the clinking sound of spoon and fork from the kitchen.

You counted in your head. At the 10th count, Nagumo threw the bedroom door open and slammed it shut before jumping onto the bed, right on top of your covered legs.

"Rest at laaasssst!! +1000 aura today!" Nagumo's voice was still cheerful as he rolled on the cold bed next to you.

"Slur ran away again. You wouldn't believe how many victims today. Up to 100 people. WOOOWW!" His eyes sparkled as he stared at the ceiling, telling story as if it were something magical.

"I still can't believe Rion would-" his words stopped because of your sudden hug. "You miss me that much?" Nagumo laughed.

"Oh you poor thing," your voice was soft and brief, but it managed to fade Nagumo's smile in an instant. "Must be tiring, huh? Being being chased everywhere? Asaki again?" You continued.

Nagumo turned and found you smile playfuly. He let out a heavy breathing, "Can't I pretend to be happy once in a while." Nagumo turned his eyes to the ceiling, this time with a dull gaze. You just chuckled, "Sure you can. But that's for the street, while I'm on the sheet. Aaaand when you're with me, you should... Sleep." You stuck out your tongue, teasing him. Nagumo rolled his eyes and hugged you back.

You stroked his head to his cheek, giving a small pat on it. Nagumo grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips before sticking it back on his cheek, his eyes closed, savoring your touch.

"I miss Yoichi," you kissed Nagumo's lips briefly. "Oh stop it if you only give me a fly-swat kiss," Nagumo kissed you deeply, giving small sucks on your lips.

"I'm tired, babe," Nagumo murmur under his breath, closed his eyes next to you.

That night, Nagumo released all his burdens. Feeling calm through the touch of your skin.

Nagumo could be vulnerable. But, you are the only one who knows it.

[hyubreis]

You v. Nagumo and Toddler

This is Part 2 of the Papa!Gumo series!

gn!reader co-parent

Check out Part 1 here: What kind of father would Nagumo be?

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Banner img from Gakuen Babysitters by Tokeino Hari.

Was having a convo with @akifordessert about Papagumo and the nicknames he'd give his kiddo(s). And thank you, Memi (@dearsecretlover) for inspo and motivation (and for sharing this Papa!gumo art by mxeong__) as always~!

But I digress! Here's the little scolding imagine I promised!

nagumo x gn!reader = gn!toddler in their terrible twos [c/n] = your toddler's name [f/n] = your first name

You: Nagumo! [c/n]! What the heck happened in the living room?! Nagumo looked around his surroundings. It was as if the usually orderly living room had two tornadoes sweep through it, an explosion of scattered toys everywhere, overturned furniture, ripped paper decorations, and colourful fingerprints adorning the walls. Nagumo & Your Toddler: (both in a kneeling position, getting scolded by you) Nagumo: (trying not to grin) [f/n], it's no biggie. Just some father-child bonding gone awry. [c/n], your rambunctious toddler, mirrored his pose perfectly beside him, eyes wide with feigned innocence that couldn't hide the sparkle of mischief dancing in their depths. Nagumo couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at his miniature accomplice's acting skills. You: Oh, really? Father-child? But I only see two children in front of me. Nagumo: Now, now! (holds hands up) See? No paint on my hands. (wiggles digits) Clearly, I'm just an innocent bystander here. You: Yeah, that doesn't help your case. You're the adult in this disorderly duo, or did you forget? Nagumo: I suppose cleaning duty falls upon us two, hmm? Let's clean up this mess before it becomes an international incident. He cast a conspiratorial wink at your toddler, who giggled delightedly at being included in their imaginary fellowship against their ever-so-serious parent. You: (sighs) Nagumo... I'm sick of having to be the mean parent--let alone adult--in this relationship. They have to learn how to clean up their own messes eventually, you know. Nagumo: You're right. We can't let them run wild like this. But it's just so hard to discipline this angelic face (tickles [c/n]'s chubby cheek, causing them to erupt into a fit of laughter, squirming happily). You: (unimpressed face) Nagumo: All right. (playful but stern enough tone) Focus, Agent [c/n], your mission, should you choose to accept it... Together, Nagumo and [c/n] tackled the mess, turning cleaning into a fun game of hide-and-seek with the scattered toys and art supplies.

Nagumo: (grabs a juice from the fridge) You: Nagumo! [c/n] doesn't need more sugar! Nagumo's grin widened into a smirk as your toddler took advantage of the situation and quickly gulped down the forbidden juice. Nagumo: Aw, shucks. Looks like we're too late. You: (narrowing eyes) If [c/n] doesn't end up learning anything, I'm going to discipline you both. In the 'mean parent' way. Nagumo: (clapping) All right, Agent [c/n]! Operation Clean Slate isn't complete until Big Boss says so. Your Toddler: (salutes and gets back to cleaning, hands and mouth sticky with juice) Nagumo: (grins and walks towards you) You know, [f/n], you were pretty convincing right then. I almost believed you'd actually punish me. You: (crosses arms) The day's still young. Nagumo: (leans down to whisper in your ear) Is that a promise?

[hyubreis]

this was beautiful i have nothing to say it stands as its own beauty i cant do anything but sob

giving in to the love.

chapter 5. love letter from the sea to the shore

chapter index: 1 — 2 — 3 — 4 | read the entire thing on ao3

nagumo yoichi x afab!reader—wc 5.9k—alternate universe

!! mentions of abuse. death. alcoholism. a bit of suicidal ideation. highschool flashbacks yada yada. mdni.

I think I loved you

In another life

Where I was the sea

And you were the shore

Happiness will find me, eventually. That’s what you kept telling yourself when you thought you had it all figured out: Get a degree, secure a well paying job and live independently. But to your dismay, life remained devoid of its meaning.

You repeatedly found yourself questioning the reason why you keep trying to fit into spaces that were never meant for you, leaving you with aches and pains as morning coffee turned to liquor, gradually turning yourself into the last person you wanted to be.

Solitude has always been your constant companion.

But it weighed heavy sometimes so you let strangers with rough careless hands have their way with you. They mirrored how you maintained your guard, a silent understanding, an invisible wall that prevented anything true. From a safe distance, you sought satisfaction without letting anyone get too close, leaving you feeling more hollow and lonelier than before.

Your fingers constantly ached, yet somehow you couldn't bring yourself to let go as you continuously dug through the earth, searching, always searching. What were you looking for? Or were you burying something down?

Maybe it was a bit of both.

A bitter realization settled over you—your heart would always yearn for a home that you could never have, a sense of belonging that would always remain out of reach. There was nothing here for you, nothing to hold on to. You wanted to escape… to where? And from what? And it hurts. It hurts so so much.

The universe seemed to have a twisted sense of humor, tossing one hurdle after another, almost as though life’s challenges were keeping you stubbornly alive—your father had fallen ill and you played caretaker with his family despite your distant relationship with them. After years of putting your mother’s feelings and impulsive behaviors before yourself, a habit of prioritizing others above your own became second nature to you.

The year ticked by slowly, each day dragging along until the phone call brought news of your mother's passing. It was confusing. Should you be relieved? Should you grieve? You didn’t know how you should feel. Your mind went eerily quiet knowing that you weren’t hers to torment any longer.

Being your mother’s only child, you felt responsible to go back to your childhood home to take care of matters regarding her death. You just had to get it over and done with as soon as possible, to not stay longer than you should, careful not to reopen old wounds. But fate had its way of taunting you as you ran into familiar faces, resulting in an unexpected turn of messy events.

Like great memories under a pile of bad ones, like rediscovering something you once cherished pushed back in the farthest corner of your shelf, and even though the air was heavy with dust that could suffocate, you couldn’t help but feel a spark had ignited. You found yourself hopeful again.

Maybe life isn’t so bad after all?

However, hope is a dangerous thing for you. Because once you put it all back in its proper place, once you go back to your life, to your reality, it will once again send you inevitably spiraling down.

But maybe you just have to stay long enough until the love you craved and kept begging for falls right into your cup? There, in Nagumo’s arms, you became someone else. Someone more like yourself.

Has it always been this easy with him? You fit just right, you belonged. Struck by his absence all this time, you allowed yourself to lean onto him. You wanted him more than you wanted to live, and he held you like it’s the safest you have ever been.

As much as you longed for his comfort, a subtle fear gnawed at you. He felt all too familiar, all too close, as if a tiny spark could ignite a wildfire between you, terrified of the thought you’d burn him down with you. And in the same manner, he was intense, like his lips were breathing fire onto your skin, yet it didn't sting. His warmth soothed so many parts of you, like you were seated by a fireplace, all snug and cozy with a thick soft blanket wrapped around you after being out in the snow all day.

It was disorienting. You didn’t know what to do with him.

Could it be that you were simply conditioned to resist gentleness when it appears in a shape that felt too kind? When it hits fast but lands too soft, does that scare you away? Or were you scared of the thought that if he looked too closely and found nothing, he’d walk away?

Because when you spend your life being told you’re not good enough, that you ruin everything you lay your hands on, that you’re hard to love—you start believing it as the truth.

As you reflected on your past, a question lingered in your mind: was it because you were too lost in your own thoughts, driven by struggle to try to make sense of it all, or was it because you were simply too young and naive? Life had a knack for being unkind to you, but amidst it all, Nagumo was there—everything that was good seemed inexplicably intertwined with him.

The photograph of you, this ring… What does this all mean? Was he there that day? Was he the one who did that for you?

You had set to finally end it, it was supposed to be when you visited the beach for the first time in years. Feeling envious of its departure, the sunset stared back at you, as if it were mocking your desire to say goodbye.

Your thoughts drifted with the wind as it mingled with the beach’s crystal clear turquoise water, reminiscent of the graceful dance of her locks whenever she pulled your hand in hers.

Hey Rion, leave some ciggies for me up there, ‘kay?

///

“She’s going to drop out,” Taro announced, handing one of the two pork buns to Nagumo before taking a seat beside him on a bench overlooking the soccer field.

Nagumo, his mouth half full, asked, “Who is?” taking a bite of the bun and murmuring how hot it is.

“Who else?” Taro spoke up, swallowing a mouthful of food before continuing, “She talked to me on the way here.”

In response, Nagumo simply hummed, not wanting to worsen what he was already feeling.

Taro snuck a quick glance at Nagumo before continuing, “She's heading off with her dad, got a plane ticket and everything. She said she couldn't bring herself to approach you, so she asked me to tell you secretly.”

Nagumo paused mid chew, “Secretly?” he echoed, a hint of surprise in his voice.

“Yeah.”

Nagumo blinked in surprise, wondering since when did his best friend develop an interest in gossip. Confused, he asked, “Then why are you telling me?”

Taro took a moment to think before reminiscing about his last conversation with Rion, recalling how she was the one doing most of the talking.

I’m so bored… They've been avoiding each other like the plague.

Listen, Sakamoto, they’re idiots. What if I talk her into it, and you with Nagumo. Let’s see who confesses first?

Or maybe we could lock them in a room together? That’s easier.

No?

Alright, whatever.

Taro let out a silent groan at the idea of being involved in someone else's lovelife when he can’t even progress with his own. He didn't believe in ghosts, but Akao was a force to be reckoned with. He didn't want her haunting him down in his dreams for not fulfilling her trivial but well intended request. He smiled inwardly at her memory before replying to Nagumo, “Slip of the tongue.”

Taro saw how your absence deeply affected Nagumo and in his own way of showing affection for his best friend, he made sure he kept “slipping” even years later.

He made sure to tell Aoi to invite you to the reunion the moment he spotted you walking in their store.

He slipped up again when he invited Nagumo to come over and see you.

He was the one who suggested that Nagumo follow you outside when everyone was occupied at the pub.

Finally, he slipped one last time, assuring everyone that he didn’t see anything when he was supposed to call you both back inside, even though he saw the two of you leaving together. Taro mused, “Akao, looks like I win this round.”

All those slip ups kept Nagumo’s gears turning.

During those early years, he clung onto a slender thread of hope, believing that it must have meant something. Maybe you hadn’t meant what you said, and perhaps you did feel the same way about him. He wrestled his thoughts for countless nights, feeding off that tiny glimmer of hope from that detail, until it became too heavy to carry.

Maybe he should have confessed sooner? He had planned to tell you that he liked you during that afternoon walk from school, a week after his birthday. As he strolled along with you, his long legs moved deliberately slowly, trying to savor every moment he had with you. When you insisted he had to walk you home because you had “something for him”, he feigned annoyance, even though he secretly enjoyed the extra time with you.

“My mom’s not home yet. Do you want to come in for a bit?”

You spoke so casually as if inviting him in was a completely natural thing for you to do. Though he tried to keep his cool, his heart betrayed him as it pounded inside his chest.

“Here… I baked you sweets for your birthday.”

“But my birthday was like, last week?”

“Take this as my apology for the stunt I pulled that day,” you mumbled, a faint blush on your cheeks.

“Oh, that…” he replied softly, “It’s okay. You can tell me anything.”

You swallowed before responding quietly, “Same here.”

He asked, his voice barely above a whisper, “Anything?”

You nodded, “Anything.”

A sudden silence descended, and you found yourselves looking at each other without uttering a word. Finally, you broke the stillness by playfully shoving a cookie into his mouth, aiming to lighten the heavy air between you.

“Now eat it and tell me it’s good!”

Of course he playfully acted like he was resisting just so he could hold your hand, but eventually conceded, leaving crumbs all over his cheeks and the corners of his lips. Then, there it was, the most delightful sound to his ears—your laugh.

He almost confessed at that very moment, and you nearly did the same. Yet both of you were content with how things stood, each hesitant to take a leap and face uncertainty. The chances kept coming after that but neither of you took it, unsure about each other’s true feelings, scared of each other’s what ifs.

He left your house that day with his head in the clouds and a smile playing on his lips as he remembered that moment with you. You had suggested he share them with Akao, but he secretly decided to keep them all to himself. He always had a sweet tooth but these were especially different, he almost didn’t want to eat it. It was so sweet, maybe a little too much just because you made it for him.

He continuously replayed those details in his mind, analyzing the gaps in timing, wondering what he could have said and done differently or if he should have said anything at all, just for him to come to the conclusion that you were always meant to leave, constantly seeking a means to escape, and he resented it.

“I want to get out of here. Buy myself a house big enough for me and the cats I’ll pick up from the streets. Somewhere quiet and close to nature. In the countryside or a house by the beach, maybe?”

“What about dogs?”

“Dogs? Uhh… I’d love to have dogs too but… They’re too…clingy. They follow you around, and demand a lot of affection. Plus… I’d feel bad leaving them for work or doing my own thing, you know?”

“And cats are not? You could have both and they’d keep each other company.”

“But what if they fight while I’m gone? That poor dog doesn't have claws as sharp as cats.”

“They’re loyal and they form deep bonds… That dog will forgive the cat, just so they can cuddle again after, don’t you think?”

“Hey, cats do that too in their own way! They’re just… subtle about it. But alright, point taken, Mr. Animal Planet. Where is this going?”

“Just looking for ideas.”

“About what? Pets?”

“Ha-ha, very funny. I mean ‘ten years from now’ kind of ideas.”

“Tch, you’ll be fine. You and your big brain have a whole life ahead of you.”

“Don’t you think there’s something missing with yours?”

“What do you mean? I just told you everything.”

“So that’s it? That’s your master plan?”

“Hey! Now you’re being mean!”

But he wasn’t trying to be mean. He hated how he wasn’t a part of it and couldn’t do anything about it. He hated it so much that pieces of him died when you left. He just had to convince himself that you were both too young, and what he had for you was simply a foolish teenage infatuation with shared trauma just to lessen his misery.

“What could I possibly do?” He repeatedly told himself, like a mantra of denial.

He tried to tell himself that keeping his feelings under wraps would be as simple as focusing on studying and sports, but fragments of you and the sound of your voice seemed to follow him everywhere. During late nights spent studying for exams, he found himself dwelling on your face, the way your eyebrows scrunched together when he used to help you with homework and how your face lit up—he just had to look away—when you exclaimed, “Ah! I get it!”

Going to college made everything a bit bearable. Being away from home and meeting new people gave him the chance to start over. Romance wasn’t something he was initially interested in but it came easy with the way girls threw themselves at him. Some for fun and some with the willingness to make it last. However, he was caught in this constant loop of wishing for a different reality, something familiar, somewhere with you in it.

Some distractions that were supposed to take his mind off things, brought forth memories of cozy sleepovers with you, Rion and Taro—staying up in the wee hours of the night to watch horror flicks with chips and popcorn scattered all over the carpeted living room floor. He was jealous of the pillow you tightly clung onto that he pretended to be scared just so he could squeeze himself next to you. But no horror movie could ever prepare him from the shock he felt when you got startled and snaked your arm around his own.

He frequently reminisced about the time he followed you to the kitchen to help you cook a mountain of instant noodles while the two were immersed in a game. Seizing the moment, he viewed it as a chance to get to know you more, perhaps dig some secrets just the two of you could share. He asked jokingly, “How about we play a game too? 21 questions?”

Caught up in the moment of reaching for each other’s hearts through fits of laughter and lingering stares hidden behind questions and answers, you and him couldn't help but fall silent when your chopsticks hit the bottom of the stainless steel pot and realized you had eaten the entire thing meant for the four of you. Together, you fabricated an excuse that he had unintentionally tipped the noodles into the sink.

“All of it?” asked Taro, with disbelief in his voice.

Nagumo confirmed, “Yes, all of it.”

Rion smirked, her arms crossed, “Why the swollen lips?”

“It was spicy!” You panicked and exclaimed.

Rion nodded, feigning ignorance, “Oh? I thought you two were making out.”

“So you two ate it all,” Taro deduced, before you could deny it.

“Alright, fine. Half of it spilled.” Nagumo grinned, his focus shifting to your increasingly reddening ears. Holding back a chuckle, hoping that Rion’s guess was the case.

Who would’ve thought what was initially driven by curiosity, will turn into a secret starry-eyed crush, and turn into something way deeper than that? While you thought you were seamlessly blending in the background, he could easily spot you in plain sight, like the moment he saw you again years after high school.

He was strolling along the shoreline, his hair dancing with the wind and his feet sinking into the soft sand as the waves rolled in and out of the beach. He paused periodically to capture photographs of the natural beauty around him—the sunset, the waves, until his viewfinder settled at an old couple sitting together. His smile widened as he examined his shots.

Contemplating whether to take another snap, he zoomed in. Something caught his eye. At first, he didn’t quite grasp what it was. But when he finally lowered the camera from his face and looked with his own eyes, time stood still with his heart stuck in his throat.

There you were, in his eyes, all the beauty surrounding him was compressed and stored within you alone.

How could he mistake you? Watching you from a distance was all he had known.

You were radiant as ever with your hair flowing effortlessly with the wind while the sunset painted soft kisses on your face of blush pink and orange hues, wishing it was him kissing you.

All the emotions and feelings that were interwoven with memories of you that he thought he had drowned, surfaced like it all happened hardly a day ago, making the illusion of time completely irrelevant—he could feel as if his life was starting again.

His heart raced in his chest, his breathing caught in his throat. He wanted nothing more but to go near you. But one of his colleagues called out to him, “Let’s go, man. The clients wanted to discuss something for tomorrow’s wedding over dinner.”

Nagumo mumbled reluctantly, “I’ll catch up in a bit.”

He didn’t want to go. He wanted to come over to you, to ask you how you’ve been—has life been kinder to you these days? Did your plans work out the way you wanted to?

However, his thoughts were briefly interrupted again when they spoke once more, “Can I borrow your camera? It's a pain to head back to the hotel to get mine.”

He handed it over without much thought, wanting them to leave as quickly as possible.

As he gradually moved further away from the sea, he continued gazing at you, unable to tear his eyes away. You still had this pull on him—reminiscent of how the shore effortlessly tug the ocean waves back to it as if it belonged there—you had him all along.

He reasoned against moving any closer to you. You looked like you were at peace and he didn’t want to disturb you. Given all the intertwined memories you had with him, he wasn’t sure if you would be happy to see him. If only he could grasp what was going through your mind at that very moment.

He wished he could take a photo of you again. The one he had of you was outdated and hidden away. The one he took moments before his first kiss, where he foolishly believed he had messed everything up.

Luckily, he happened to have his instant camera tucked away in his pocket. But your face wasn’t in the frame anymore. This’ll do, he reassured himself as he immortalized you once again.

Interestingly enough, in the same year, an opportunity to see you again emerged. He wasted no time and rushed back home. What were the odds? Life is full of tricks, so why not make his own? He walked by a jewelry store at the airport and had an impulsive thought.

While he was well aware of the rumors circulating about him being a married man within his social circle, he neither confirmed nor denied them. He took satisfaction in keeping people on their toes. He hadn't anticipated that the whole charade would come in handy someday so he purchased a ring. He wanted to test something.

First, he had to keep his cool and keep a certain distance, he had it all planned out. Only for your face to light up in his presence, melting his facade away. Perhaps some things never change, but maybe some do—he has grown brave enough to not look away from the glow you didn’t know you had in you.

Then, he got to embrace you as you cried your heart out. He felt everything all at once, it was bittersweet. The sweetness came from you leaning onto him, but also the bitter realization that you were still broken and dealing with the pain. Still, you were unfolding your arms and letting him in, and he thought of all the trouble he was willing to go through for a second time if it meant he could hold you like this one moment more.

You mentioned the idea of leaving so he secretly slipped the picture he took of you in the pocket of your coat. He wasn’t prepared to say goodbye, but you changed your mind and he caught a glimpse of an expression he had seen from you before, something he had grown to learn—your silent calls for help. But it had become so loud, as though you were finally begging him to be drained from the pain you’ve soaked yourself in. He doubted himself for a moment, could this be a dream? But your face said otherwise, causing all the years of bottled up emotions to come pouring down in front of you.

All his feelings and pent up desires once were hidden away, now laid bare. He was now able to touch you and when your touch mirrored his own affection, he was forcefully flung back to the days of being a lovesick sixteen year old boy. He relished himself with the feeling of being truly needed by you. Except he wasn’t a boy anymore, he could only do what little he could back then. He was now willing to carry the weight with you, to bleed alongside you should you allow him.

Heaven always seemed so out of reach, but suddenly it came crashing down, knocking the breaths out of your lungs. Like a suffocating gray cloud finally freeing the two of you with its rain. What he couldn’t say, he showed. And it was desperate, like a fervent orison, hoping you could see yourself the way he sees you. But for a moment in between, greed overcame him—could it truly be unacceptable for a thought to cross his mind, that maybe, just maybe, if he clipped your wings, it’d keep you from leaving?

But the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. Even if you asked him, he wouldn’t be able to. He wanted to be your solace, not a means of escape and not someone you felt compelled to flee from. He’d squeeze himself through the smallest eye of a needle if it meant he could fix whatever it was that needed mending, but he was just as broken as you. Perhaps you could be two torn pieces next to each other and he’d just stitch himself with you.

He held onto you tightly, whispering sweet promises while you slept. But just like sand, the stronger he grips, the faster you’d slip between the gaps of his fingers. That’s bullshit—he mused, while slipping the ring on your hand—You can leave but I’ll never let you forget about me.

He was awake when you left, unable to sleep a wink. And before getting out of bed, he rolled over, inhaling your scent on his pillow and sheets, his fingers clutching to nothing. He had already mourned the possibility of you leaving without returning when he was watching you softly and delicately sleeping next to him. You broke his heart once, he’d let you do it again, thinking he had always been yours, although it seemed like you were never his.

That was why when he opened the door after he heard a few anxious knocks, he was taken aback seeing you return, panting like you had been running. His eyes still swollen and his voice hoarse, he uttered, “You’re here.”

You’re here.

Those were also his words when he saw you again at the reunion, hoping you’d remember when it was you who said that during that one summer evening by the shore. It was close to midnight and he was feeling restless, so he decided to go for a walk. His mind wandered to earlier, thinking what could have been if he approached you. And as if his feet had a mind of its own and knew where to find you, he saw you once again. But this time, it didn’t feel like yourself, you were drunk out of your mind and dangerously close to the sea.

He rushed over to you and pulled you into his arms, your eyes squinted to get a better look at his face before letting out a soft giggle. He frowned, his frustration evident, “What do you mean ‘you’re here’?! Do you even know who I am?”

You leaned your entire weight onto him, almost hugging him with your hands clutching the back of his summer polo. Your eyes were closed with your cheek squished against his chest as you slur your words, “Of course, silly. Can’t forget that face even if I wanted to.”

His expression softened, his voice calmer, “Really now? And if I take advantage of you, then what?” murmuring how drunk you are.

You giggled, voice sounding slow, “You wouldn’t dare… You’re the sweetest…ever.”

He breathed deeply to calm himself and took everything in him to not take you back to his hotel room to keep you all to himself.

So he asked, in a firm manner, “Which hotel are you staying at? I’ll take you back there.”

“…purse…keycard…” you mumbled, grunting in between.

“What? What purse?”

Before he could get an answer you had already passed out, covering yourself with vomit in which he swiftly dodged. He grimaced, overwhelmed with disgust but quickly replaced with concern.

He was practically drenched in sweat when he reached your suite. With every step, he muttered to himself, “What the fuck am I doing… really…”

He tended to you gently, changing you out of your summer dress and wiping you down. There you were, right in front of him, and yet he couldn’t even speak to you. The thought of you not remembering him when you woke up almost sent him over the edge.

As he gently rested your head on the pillow, he took a moment to gaze at your sleeping figure. You were quiet and looked so calm while frustration welled up inside him, like something was conspiring to keep you apart. He frowned, his eyes distant, thinking, “Why can’t it just be normal between us?”

His heart ached at your words as he was pulled away from his thoughts, “Don’t go,” you murmured half asleep.

He ran his fingers through your hair, reasoning with himself that he has an early shoot the next day. Staying the night wasn’t an option either, worried that you wouldn’t be too happy about it if you woke up next to him. He spoke quietly, careful not to disturb your slumber, “I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay?”

You nodded, making his heart squeeze. He cooed, “Will you wait for me?”

A short soft hum escaped your lips as you succumbed yourself completely to sleep.

However, the next morning came and you were spooked as you tried to made sense of the situation. You had woken up wearing a fresh bathrobe, your surroundings tidy and when you stepped inside the bathroom, you found your dress from the night before, damp and hanged properly. All the empty bottles of alcohol and the sleeping pills intended for overdose were all gone.

Confused and disoriented, you left immediately without knowing Nagumo was with you that night and saved your life.

///

Your words trailed off as you took in his words, revealing everything to you, “My god, that’s a lot. I don’t- That was so embarrassing. I’m sorry-” your mind reeling with realization, you continued, “I didn’t realize… I don’t remember.”

Unconsciously, you grabbed the knife sitting on the table when he set a round vanilla cake adorned with strawberries in front of you.

He gently placed his hand on top of yours, guiding you to cut the first slice. He comforted you with a soft smile, reassuring you, “It's alright.”

The two of you held your gaze at the slice of cake in silence as he slid it in front of you before asking, your voice quiet, “Aren’t you tired of doing this, Yoichi?”

He swallowed the lump in his throat as he questioned, “Doing what?” thinking, here we go again.

With a faltering voice, you said, “This. Everything. This isn’t fair to you.”

He closed his eyes in resignation, before opening them again and asking, “When was it ever fair?”

You finally looked at him and leaned closer, almost begging, “You’ve been so good to me and all I do is- You know, with Rion and you saw it, right? You saw what was happening to me and—”

He interrupted you with a huff, his tone almost humorous, yet his expression said otherwise, “You’ve already done damage, there's nothing to ruin here anymore if it isn’t obvious already. I’m not even trying to fix you if that’s what you think this is. Maybe I’m just as fucked up as you are at this point.”

Caught off guard by his passive aggression, you paused, carefully considering your words before speaking again, “What if I get worse? You’d realize halfway you don't want anything to do with me.” You reached out and touched his forearm resting on the table, gently nudging him, the cake remained untouched.

His gaze finally met yours, frustration and sadness welling up in his eyes as he stated firmly, “Be as messed up as you want to be and I'll stay right here. I’ve seen it all and wanted you just the same, if anything, I want you even more. There’s nothing you could do to push me away anymore.”

You retracted your hand and covered your face with it, tears threatening to spill over, “It’s gonna be hard… I’m difficult. You saw it first hand and you’d eventually hate me for it.”

He shifted and pulled your chair closer to himself so he could fully face you. He gently removed your hands from your face as he lowered his voice to a gentler tone, “So what if you’re difficult? When was it ever easy anyway? It was already hard being away from you. Why stop now? We can be two fuck ups together. Is that what you want? Will that make you stay?”

Your shoulders slumped as he held both your hands, you whispered, “No, Yoichi. You’re doing great and I’m so so proud of you… I mean, look at this house and everything that’s going for you. Last night was a mistake, I’ll just make you unhappy and unsatisfied, and you don’t deserve that…”

He sighed, dismissing your concerns, “Can you for once not think about what you think is good for me, and quit being a hypocrite? You say this to me and you show me something completely different. I can’t keep doing this with you.” Taking your hands, he held them against his cheeks, leaning into the comforting warmth of your palms. With a pleading expression, he softly uttered your name, “I know you felt it, I know I did. You wanted it just as badly even though you believed I was married.”

You avoided his gaze, his last word lingering in the air. He was right. You looked at the slice of cake resting prettily on the table, contemplating the uncertainty of the situation.

He interjected, “See?” his voice seeking your eyes once more, pleading, “That didn't stop you then, so why do you keep lying to yourself?”

You smiled in reply, your lips trembling, “I have a life back there, and you have yours here. I can’t just stay here with you.”

His thumb traced comforting circles against the back of your hands as he gently reassured, “I know you’d say that. You don’t have to worry about that.”

You laughed softly, “I don’t even wanna know what you mean by that.”

He responded with a firm squeeze, his tone serious yet laced with mischief, “If you’re planning to get away from me again, I’ll follow you to the ends of earth.” Playfully, he glared, “Consider it a warning.”

A tearful chuckle escaped you as you wondered aloud, “You’re an idiot… What am I gonna do with you?”

His expression softened as he said quietly, “We can…” he then released you, carefully scooping up a small spoonful of cake and gently placing it in your mouth, gently wiping away your tears with his thumb.

“We can figure it out together. Laugh about it like we used to. And if you ever feel lonely, you can squeeze beside me. We can be lonely together… until we no longer are. Hm?”

You pondered for a while before asking him, “Don’t I have a say in this?”

“Nope, you’re out of turns,” He answered almost immediately, shaking his head with a grin, “I already let you have your way and I didn’t complain, and it went shit.”

“So you went ahead and tricked me instead?”

“Well,” he shrugged, back to his usual smug grin, “You always fall for it.”

You scoffed at him before chuckling as you playfully pushed a spoonful against his nose and then shoved it straight into his mouth, both of you sharing a hearty laugh with tears in your eyes.

Despite the fact of it being familiar, you never really acquired the taste for desserts. But as you let the smoothness melt in your mouth, you pondered—you can always learn to love the sweetness of it, to get used to it. And then indulging yourself and giving in to it may not be so bad after all.

ACT ## (extras)

INT. COFFEE SHOP – SUMMER

OSARAGI is scrolling through instagram, enjoying iced coffee with SHISHIBA on a hot afternoon.

OSARAGI

(gasped)

Hey, I think Nagumo just got married.

SHISHIBA

(skeptical)

Is that so?

OSARAGI

(showing her phone screen)

Look, he never updates his instagram. This is his first time ever, so it must be real. And oh, a beach wedding.

OSARAGI (CONT’D)

(cringing)

There's also a ridiculously cheesy caption under it, claiming he has finally found his ‘my heart’s only beat’ on a tropical island.

SHISHIBA

I didn’t see him as the type to say such… clichés.

Everyone, even Nagumo, believed the news. The exception being Sakamoto.

a/n: if you made it this far, idk what to tell you but congrats???for putting up???with me???? (esp with the first two chap…i cringe to some parts of it but ehhhhh oh well lmao) and thank you so so so so much for reading. ♥︎ the amount of revisions i did for over a month fried my brain a little methinks…yeah please kiss me on the forehead…platonically? romantically? sexually??? i don’t mind

epilogue? maybe. when? idk. therapy? YES (─‿‿─)

PS. if you see me getting manipulated by a 6’3 tall dude with jet black hair and tattoos, don’t save me. i’m right where i want to be.

[hyubreis]

nightfall.

yoichi nagumo x fem reader—wc 2.2k—part of a series on ao3—college/uni au. fwb. fluff/smut. mdni.

n/a: if you’re an art student reading this, i apologize!! i know nothing about art school (cries) /// this feels like a filler episode tbh kinda boring and uneventful to me at least lmao so sorry in advance

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Tutoring sessions with Nagumo are over and you haven't seen him for over two weeks because of exams. He messaged you a few times during evenings for the first few days but other than that, it was complete utter silence from him. You have gotten used to his presence and it did bother you how quiet he has been. But you weren’t the type to text first, you didn’t even like texting at all. He was being distant so you thought, maybe this was his way of showing push.

Meanwhile, Nagumo was busy staying up in the late hours of the night meeting deadlines, and dealing with the weighty pressure and vulnerability of critiques. But other than that, he was pretty much holed up in his room with a dark cloud of stress over his head. He might have even lost a bit of weight too.

“Do you wanna go see a movie with me after midterms?” He asked you last time you saw each other, to which you said yes. Now that exams are over, he hasn’t made contact yet, not that you were eagerly waiting for his message or anything��� Of course not. That’s silly, right?

But you do miss him… Maybe a little bit. “Just his face,” you mused, downplaying whatever it was you were feeling.

As you unlocked your phone, you pursed your lips and went to Instagram. You tried searching for his name (and nickname) but couldn’t find anything. As frustration built up, you turned to your roommate who had just entered the room and asked for her help.

His username had 9 underscores as if he didn’t want to be found. But weirdly enough, for a normal college dude, slash frat boy, slash art student that posted normal college stuff, he had a lot of followers. The accounts he followed were mostly girls, but one stood out—a private account with no display photo. 1 follower, 1 following and hundreds of posts.

Who could that be? You were curious for a hot minute but saw a really cute selfie of him and spent a good chunk of time staring at it. Before you knew it, you had burned the next hours making folders and meticulously sorting the pictures you’ve saved, just as you would with your trading cards collection.

///

The gentle knocking from the door startled you from your sleep. The room was already bright and your roommate had left. Glancing at the bright screen of your phone, you winced before getting up. It’s 9 past 7.

As soon as you opened the door, Nagumo rushed in without a word and immediately began kissing you. He was unusually quiet, almost eerily so, while his hands slipped under your shirt and roamed the skin of your back. You couldn’t say a word with the way he was practically eating your face. He seemed much like a man who had been walking for hours in the scorching heat, chasing you like a tall glass of cold water. He was parched.

He led you to your corner of the room and onto your bed. His body hovering over yours, lips not letting you go. Moments later, you were already naked under him. His hands explored places he hadn’t touched before, his tongue teased the most sensitive spots, turning you into a soaked mess.

He kissed you deeply before letting you go, only to flip you on your stomach with ease. The hairs on the skin of your back raised when his lips grazed your nape, gently trailing their way down your spine. Then he slowly inserted a finger and a few moments later, he added another. His fingers knuckles deep inside you.

There was nothing but the sound of your quiet whimpers and the wet sounds of his kisses as he began preparing you for something else, something that might be too much, something you have found yourself anticipating for. You couldn’t help but moan his name.

“Yoichi…”

Hearing this, he paused, leaving you so hot and bothered. As you waited for what’s to come next, you felt movement behind you and heard fabric rustling—he’s slipping out of his boxers.

He began rubbing his tip to your wet folds as he spread your cheeks wide open, smearing and mixing his and your wetness all over, with his fingers digging the flesh of your ass. Everything was happening way too fast. It felt conflicting but you knew deep down you didn’t want him to stop.

Softly, tenderly, he pushed himself in and out of you. He’s fucking you slowly with your name rolling so sweetly on his tongue like honey—again and again and again.

“Look at you… such a good girl.” He cooed, his voice airy with his lips over your ear. His warmth reached the skin of your back, enveloping you as he rested his whole body on top of you with your face buried in the pillow.

“Lift your hips a little...”

“There you go. Just like that.”

“Fuck…you feel so good.”

And he feels so good too. He kept murmuring your name as he fucks you lazily, your eyes rolling back every time he pushes himself balls deep into you. He was making a mess out of you, your juices dripping down on your clean sheets. Suddenly you didn’t care about getting your bed dirty anymore.

One of his hands began snaking towards your tits, giving it a soft squeeze before lifting your face by the jaw, his two fingers coaxing your lips to open.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered before slowly turning your head so you could face him. You kept your eyes closed as you reluctantly opened your mouth, his tattooed fingers forcing you to taste yourself, “See how good you taste?”

“Open your eyes…look at me.” he murmured, giving each of your eyes a cute kiss before reaching down with his other hand, rubbing slow circles on your clit, just enough pressure to make you squirm under him.

Him seeing you so fucked out and breathless so early in the morning made him fuck you a little faster. And then a little harder. Your whimpery sobs became louder as he continued to thrust himself into you from the back.

“You close? You’re squeezing me.”

“I know you missed me. Let’s take our time, hm?”

“Come on, open your eyes.”

“Look at me.”

“Wake up.”

Wake up?

Your eyes shot up, realizing you had fallen asleep while waiting for him at a diner near campus. You agreed to have brunch together when he finally called in the morning.

That’s what you get when you stay up way too late looking at his pictures. But none of that matters now. Bewildered, you mused, “Wet dreams? Here? Of all places?”

“Falling asleep in public is so unlike you. Are you okay?” He smirked, voice laced with teasing as he sat across from you.

You exhaled deeply as you hid your flushed face with your hands. You couldn’t dare to look at him.

He tilted his head to the side, now with concern, he asked, “Looks like you stayed up late last night. I thought exams were over?”

“Yes, it is over,” you responded immediately. With your voice still raspy, you snapped at him, “I fell asleep because…I waited too long.”

He scoffed lightheartedly before leaning closer to you with a smug grin on his face, “Someone’s excited to see me. I’m not even late.”

You looked at him after checking the time. Frowning from grogginess, you asked nicely, “Can you go ahead and order us food? I can’t form a single thought.”

He looked at you for a moment and noticed how your forehead was glistening with your face all red, he asked again, “Are you sure you’re okay? We can get takeout and eat someplace else if you’re not feeling well.”

“I’m fine, Nagumo. Please, just order the food.”

///

You continued eating your meal in complete silence, embarrassment still lingering in your mind. Nagumo, on the other hand, kept glancing at you with concern. Eventually, he asked, “So… Friday, movies, right? Unless you have something else in mind?”

“What? I’m not thinking about anything else,” you retorted after a slight flinch.

He responded with a puzzled expression, trying to figure out your mood, “Okay…? I’ll pick you up at 6?”

“Sure,” you replied way too quickly, voice low as you kept your eyes to your food.

He watched you, observing and wondering why you were being quiet and wouldn’t meet his gaze. You typically spoke too little and had a habit of staring. But you were acting strange, almost defensive, like you were hiding something. Reminiscent of that time when you had a misunderstanding, moments before he kissed you for the first time.

“Hey, be a good girl and quit picking at your food,” He teased, attempting to lift the mood and ease you into talking more.

But “good girl” was all you heard. You abruptly locked eyes as you involuntarily inhaled your food, getting it stuck in your throat. He quickly handed you a drink, worry evident on his face while you uncontrollably coughed.

After chugging the drink to its final drop and slamming the glass on the table with more force than necessary, you inhaled deeply and finally spoke, “Never say that again.”

He narrowed his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips, he asked, “Not say what?”

“That. What you just said.”

“Not…pick at your food?”

“No,” you groaned, opening your mouth just to close it again as your cheeks started to heat up once more. You collected yourself as you continued, “Nevermind.”

He caught your reaction right away. The small smile he was holding turned into a full blown grin, he teased, “Oh, I see.”

“See what?” you retorted with a defensive hiss.

“Nothing,” he breathed deeply and shifted his gaze out the glass window, pausing before speaking again, “You got me worried there. But it looks like your other personality has come out to play today and taught me something new.”

“If you don’t stop bringing that up, I’ll leave right now,” You exclaimed as you reached for your bag.

He snickered and stood up, sliding his food next to yours and took a seat beside you to block you from leaving. He gently nudged his arm against yours, “Oh come on, we just got here.”

You answered him with a mere eye roll and turned away from him to gaze out the window.

“Hey,” He ran his fingers through your hair, twirling at the tips, his voice gentle, “Look at me.”

You quickly turned to his direction to warn him time and time again to stop touching you unexpectedly. However, his lips touched your cheek, making you blush once again. He smirked, enjoying how endearing you are and wanting to continue stirring your flustered state, he whispered, “I missed you.”

You took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the smile that threatened to come out as you spoke up, your voice softer than intended, “Nagumo, I told you not to touch me so suddenly.”

He nodded and continued eating as if nothing happened. Out of curiosity, he asked, “Why were you up so late last night anyway? Thought you have schedules and stuff.”

As you calmed down, you answered honestly, “I was feeling restless.”

He chuckled, “Bet you were thinking of me.”

Your bluntness continued as you went back to eating as well, “Yes, but also, no. I was actually wondering why there are so many underscores in your username. It seems quite inefficient for typing. Also, the topless pics, seriously? Have some decorum. And while we are on the subject of decorum, apart from your friends, you only follow people from the opposite sex. What’s up with that?”

Like always, he was surprised and slightly taken aback by your honesty but the thought of you stalking his socials made him nearly choke on his food. You had always been distant, didn’t ask questions about himself, he was the one constantly reaching out. He had gotten used to you not paying much attention to him, just hanging out with you was enough for him. So hearing everything and you being so blunt about it, made him feel things.

He teased with an accusatory tone, “Oh, so you were stalking me. You could’ve just messaged me and told me you miss me, you know?”

You retorted, “Why would I? That’s exactly what you want me to do.”

He pressed further, grinning, “So you did miss me.”

“I didn’t say that,” you stubbornly denied, your voice sounding firm.

“Why were you looking me up then?” He inquired, his tone laced with intrigue.

You pondered for a good while, carefully choosing the right words before responding, “You need to know your opponent in order to defeat them, correct?”

He smirked, a hint of challenge in his voice as he rested his cheek on his palm, observing you, “This is all just a game to you, hm?”

You mirrored him, speaking calmly, “I could say the same about you.”

He nodded, suppressing a chuckle by smiling, “Well played, but you’re not supposed to show your hand to me.”

You smiled back, “What makes you think I’ve shown you everything?”

[hyubreis]

nagumo stuff from the official fanbook!!

- he’s had an ex girlfriend in the past

- if he’s rejecting someone he tells them he’s dating someone and doubles down w having two and just keeps lying😭😭

- nagumo loves his bed. the night. sleep. (real) (sleepy baby) and pranks. (obv)

- he’s not a morning person at all and doesn’t like getting up (real x2)

- rumors that nagumo owns the entire top floor of a luxury penthouse in minato ward (NAGUMO PLSSSS😭)

- nagumo sucks at drinking (LOL)

- he’s ambidextrous !!

- some of his tattoos are done at a tattoo parlor and some of them are done by himself (HELLO?????)

- nagumo is an affectionate and kind hearted person according to suzuki (😭😭🫶)

(translations for the info i got from midnightsukki on twt !!! 🙏 thread of the fanbook q&a here)

[hyubreis]

Nijisanji Sonny Brisko | Welcome Home

Pairing: Sonny Brisko x Reader

Tags: reader insert, pov second person, lore based, fluff, domestic fluff, established relationship, tooth rotting fluff, displays of affection, comfort, domestic life, sonny still works at vsf, sonny loves negi, no beta we die like vox akuma’s clan

Note: This has no meaning at all, I was love-sick for Sonny that's all. Man I was supposed to upload a Luca fic before this. Enjoy !

It was later at night when Sonny opened the door to his home, exhausted from another day full of kicking down doors and investigating cyber crimes around the city.

“I’m home,” he calls out while taking off his outer layers (including his bullet vest, you made him take it off inside the house) and putting them up on the hanger, leaving him in his grey shirt and pants. Sonny then enters the kitchen where he is greeted by the sight of you donning an apron, standing by the stove preparing his favorite dish.

You weren’t aware that Sonny entered, he notices. You had a smile on your face, humming a familiar song with the sound of sizzling on the pan in the background.

The blond man leans on the wall and crosses his arms, keeps his eyes on you, adoring the sight of his beloved being in her own world without having any care of her surroundings. Though it didn’t last long as you instinctively turned by the door to see your lover and gasped, “Ah, Sonny! Welcome home! I didn’t hear you at all!”

He chuckles quietly, the commander found it amusing how you hastily finish cooking the beef then wiping your hands on the apron so you could greet him properly.

“Don’t worry, I just got home. You seem to be focused so I didn’t want to disturb you,” Sonny stands back up straight and reassures you. He wraps his well built arms around your waist and pulls you in for a warm hug. When Sonny felt you return the hug, he really noticed how tired he was and how much he missed you today.

Usually, Sonny would be in bed with you in his arms until you woke up first and dragged him awake as well. Today however, he was assigned with a special mission from the commissioner and it required him to be present at the station earlier than usual.

The commander hated that he had to part with you while you were still asleep because he would notice how you curl up on yourself under the blanket you two share. He had to get ready, wear his protective vest and get ready to leave alone. Sonny couldn’t get his goodbye kiss either but he kissed your forehead then left quietly instead.

The blonde hair man didn’t realize he got lost in his thoughts until you pat his cheek. He quickly releases the hug but immediately perks up when you tell him to help you cut the scallions while you finish up the beef bowls, you really know how to make his day a hundred times better.

And so, dinner is prepared, Sonny and you sitting in front of each other with two beef bowls at the dinner table, one is significantly larger and topped with a mountain of scallions. The commander doesn’t know but his eyes are sparkling as he stares at the bowls. You two clapped your hands and prayed for the meal before digging in.

It was like every other day, sitting at the table having dinner together and asking about each other’s day, mainly Sonny enthusiastically telling you what he did at VSF with his team.

“The commissioner wanted me to bring you to the headquarters again, he seems to like you,” Similar to his boss, Sonny also wants you to come visit his work place again. He wants to show off his passion to his beloved, showing you that he’s been working hard everyday not only for himself, but for you as well. He’s elated when you agree, continuing the meal with small talks.

Dinner finished with you two thanking the meal and bringing the empty bowls to the kitchen sink. Sonny offers to wash the dishes but you insist he go wash himself up since he hasn’t done that when he got home.

“I can wash the dishes, don’t worry. You made dinner for us.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll go shower.”

“You want to join me?”

Sonny laughed boisterously while getting multiple slaps on the shoulder from flustering you with that question. It’s rare for him to say something like this, but it’s amusing to see your reactions.

Leaving the bathroom wearing a loose shirt with boxers and a towel on his damp hair, Sonny sees you sitting on your side of the bed on your phone. He quickly climbs on and lies face first on your thighs. Knowing the drill, you take the towel on his head and begin drying properly.

It was the usual routine, Sonny preferred the feeling of your hands brushing over his hair and occasionally his neck. After all, it was comfortable for him and he let out a groan akin to a cat purring but muffled by your skin on your thighs. Sometimes you wonder if you can suffocate him with them (surely he won’t mind).

You deem Sonny’s hair dry enough to sleep with, so you stand up to put the towel away but struggle a bit when your lover purposefully leans more of his body weight on your legs and whines like a kicked puppy to trap you in bed. Well jokes on him, it happened too many times and you know how to maneuver your limbs around.

“Nyoo~ Don’t leave~ (´；Д；`)”

It didn’t take long for you to return though, Sonny pouts at you for laughing while climbing back to your side of the bed and wraps his arms around your body immediately after. He feels you snuggle closer to the crook of his neck, tangling your hand to the tufts of blonde hair at the back of his head then kissing the charm point on his neck (he begs to differ that the mole is not his charm point).

Although the reason is obvious, Sonny still thinks about how much comfort and happiness you bring to him everyday. Whether it be you in his arms right now, or just being in the same room, your presence eases his mind in a magical way.

Here you two lying on the bed, body facing each other, legs tangled together, slow breaths mixed in the air, it was the perfect way to end the day.

Sonny presses a kiss on your temple and mumbles on your skin, “Good night, sweet dreams my love.”

[hyubreis]

MINECRAFT HORSES HAVE FEELINGS TOO

PAIRING. sonny brisko x reader

NOTE. fix-it fic for that one stream where sonny slaughtered his horse because it was no longer of use to him. (jk LOL) soft sonny is just cute ok :3

“Not the horse!” you cried in horror, watching one of Sonny’s Minecraft videos before bed.

As part of your nightly routine, you laid in bed on your phone catching up on streams you may have missed at work as you waited for your boyfriend to get ready to sleep. Tonight, you just so happened to skip around to the wrong part. Right when you skipped through and pressed play, you saw Sonny completely slaughter his own horse for everyone to see.

With your jaw dropped wide open, you turned as you heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.

Sonny tilted his head when he saw the look on your face, gently tapping the bottom of your chin to shut it. “You’re catching flies,” he said in jest. “What’s that look of terror for?”

“It’s because of you!” you said indignantly. “Your poor horse! How could you?”

He was momentarily stunned to confusion until realization dawned on him. “Oh— You mean the horse in Minecraft?”

“Yes! He’s been through so much with you— You even had armor on him! Then you just strip him of his armor and then murder him once a new horse came around?” you fumed, folding your arms across your chest. “Then what if you find a horse with even better stats? Will you murder your current one too?”

As someone who solely relied on sweet berries and bread as food when playing Minecraft, you never slaughtered an animal. They were too cute, and the noises they made when they died were too sad. How could anyone want to make those precious pixels disappear?

Trying to hold in a laugh at your pouty face, Sonny pinched your cheek. “It’s only a game, baby. You know I’d never do something like that in real life.”

You shook him off you, brows still furrowed. “Maybe Minecraft horses have feelings too. And the dogs! And pigs and cows and sheep—”

His adorable laughter interrupted your train of thought. “They’re just pixels, silly. They don’t have feelings.”

“But… What if they do?” you protested meekly, losing some of your fighting spirit as you rested your head on his shoulder. “They’re too cute to be expended like that.”

“Okay,” said Sonny with a chuckle, conceding once he heard your dejected tone. “I guess you can say they are cute pixels.”

You peered at him, hopeful. “So you won’t ruthlessly murder the Minecraft animals anymore? Especially your horses.”

“If it’ll make you feel better, I won’t.”

“Pinky promise?”

Sonny nodded, planting a brief kiss onto the top of your head. “Pinky promise.”

[hyubreis]

morning [ sonny brisko x reader ]

— on the unusual occurrence of an off day, you wake up to the sight of your boyfriend in a peaceful state.

( 245 words, fluff, reader is gender neutral, no beta written in a span of 1 hour, WOOOOO HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONNY )

sunlight spills forth from the curtains, falling upon your once sleeping form. you quietly shuffle around the weighted blankets and rubbed your eyes. instead of the usually empty side of the bed you were used to, there laid peacefully a blonde boy, buried under the covers and pillows.

you moved some of the pillows away from his face and smiled at the sight of his undisturbed expression. his eyes were shut and he let out adorable little snores through his slightly parted lips. the light of golden hour lands on his face, making him look much more ethereal before your eyes. you wished you could take a picture of this moment of tranquility, since this wasn't a frequent opportunity due to sonny's work demanding him to leave the house early at dawn.

"morning already...?" you heard a lazy mumble, and your smile only widened. sonny, with half-lidded eyes, wraps his arms around yours and leans closer to your form. "good morning sunshine," you greet, planting a kiss on top of the officer's head. soft giggles escape his lips in response, which warms your heart.

"you know, you look really pretty when you're asleep." you state adoringly, squishing your boyfriend's cheeks. "pretty boy." a tinge of crimson creeps up to the tips of the easily shy commander's ears as he gives an embarrassed grin.

he detaches his arms from your own, and mirrors your gesture, gently cupping your face between his large hands. "you're prettier, though."

[hyubreis]

"I'm afraid I can no longer stay professional" for the smut prompt list with sonny?

first sonny prompt let's GOOOOO!!

BRATTYMYSTA’S 100 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION EVENT!!

you were a newer member of nijisanji, only having debuted about 4 months ago. so not super new, but new. on top of this, you were roommate to the resident sunshine boy himself, sonny. the two of you had been pretty close and you enjoyed spending time with sonny both online and offline.

the two of you collabed pretty often and played fun little co-op games, but you also sometimes just sat in on story games to keep sonny company and also so you could order food for both of you if he wanted to play for a long period of time.

one thing to note, sonny had a bit of a crush on you. his chat had picked up on it fairly easily and teased him relentlessly about it. what chat and sonny didn't know, was that you also had a crush on sonny. you were just better at hiding it. the two of you were currently playing a story game, you voicing characters for sonny so he didnt have to do all the voices.

you read off a line that made you laugh, covering your mouth with your hand to muffle the laughter as he was trying to read the following line.

he flushes as he looks over at you. "i'm afraid i can no longer remain professional."

you look at him, brow furrowing in confusion. "what does that mean?" you ask, giggling a bit again.

"you're just...really cute. you know that?"

he pauses, leaning in closer. you blink before you lean in as well, closing the gap and giving him a quick peck on the lips. his face darkens a bit more before he clears his throat and turns back to the screen. chat is going incredibly fast, trying to to figure out what just happened in the moment of silence but you and sonny pretend not to notice as you two go back to reading off your respective lines.

[hyubreis]

TAKE CARE OF YOU

PAIRING. sonny brisko x reader

REQUEST. congrats on 100 🤩 for the request how abt helping taichou wind down after a hard day of work at vsf !! like cooking dinner, prepare a bath, WASH HIS HAIR AND DRESS HIM BCS HES TOO TIRED AND POUTY TO DO IT HIMSELFDKSHJS etc etc all that fluffy stuff :3

NOTE. thank u for the congratulations and the request! hehe i really enjoyed writing this !! sleepy tired taichou with all the fluff wahhhh i hope u enjoy :D

It was late dinner time and the food you had prepared for you and Sonny was already getting cold. You checked your phone worriedly, looking to see if he left a message that he would be getting home late.

Luckily, before your fretting could evolve any further, you heard the sound of the front door opening along with the faint clanging of keys. Looking up, you saw Sonny trudging through the door and practically collapsing onto the couch with a sigh.

“How was work today, babe?” you asked, walking over to his body on the sofa and brushing the disheveled hair away from his eyes. “Tiring?”

“Mhmm,” he murmured, lidded eyes fluttering shut. “Can I just sleep here…”

Frowning, you took note of his appearance. His messy hair and wrinkled clothes—clothes that were usually tidy and tucked in—along with the faint dark circles forming under his eyes.

“I know you’re tired, but wouldn’t you feel better resting in our bed?”

Sonny’s eyes opened ever so slightly and a light smile graced his face. “You’re right, babe. Especially if you’re in it.”

You laughed, “Don’t sound so eager yet. You still have to eat and then clean yourself up.” He pouted but your tone was resolute. “You’ll feel worse when you wake up if you don’t take care of yourself now, baby.” Your gaze softened when his head drooped in acceptance. “Aw, don’t look so down. I’ll be here to help you, okay?”

“Will you?” he said, face brightening. “I know you must be tired with your own work and responsibilities—”

You gave him a chaste kiss on the forehead, interrupting him. “Of course I’ll help you. We both have our own responsibilities, that’s true. But when I’m too tired, you always help me. And now, I want to help you. That’s what partners are for, right?”

“Right.”

“Mhm, that’s what I thought.” You grinned. “Now, just stay here. I’ll bring you your dinner, okay? Then we can give you a bath after.”

Sonny groaned. “Wait— You’re making me sound like a dog.”

“Stay, boy,” you teased with a giggle. “Who’s a good doggy?”

“Baaabe,” he whined.

“Kidding, kidding.” You ruffled his already messy hair. “I’ll be back before you know it!”

Swiftly, you went over to the kitchen and heated up the food you had just cooked. You plated the meal, grabbing enough for Sonny to eat and you to munch on as well.

When you returned to the living room, you saw Sonny struggling to keep his eyes open as he waited.

“I’m here with food,” you sang softly, taking a seat next to him. “I made it for you.”

He opened his mouth and you fed him a spoonful.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, yes! I love it.” He nodded eagerly. “I always love your cooking. And the negi— The negi is very fresh.”

You laughed to yourself, flattered. Sonny and his negi, two things that would always be inseparable.

You continued to feed him on the sofa, taking some bites for yourself as well. Once he was satiated by the meal, you stood up and motioned for him to get up on his feet.

“Sleepy still?” you asked.

“Very, yes.”

“You can sleep soon. Let’s make sure you’re all washed and comfy before you get in bed, okay?” You offered your hand to him and he rose to take it, planting a kiss on it before letting it drop by his side.

Sonny walked beside you, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “You’re an angel, did you know?”

“I know,” you joked. “And you are too, baby.”

You led him to the restroom and started up the bath, even adding some of your favorite bubbles and scents to it to help soothe his senses. He stripped off his work clothes and cast them on a pile on the floor. Sonny rinsed off and plopped down into the warm bath, resting his head on the edge of the tub with a sigh.

“Can I sleep here?” he mumbled sleepily, his chin covered in fluffy bubbles. “You can be in here with me.”

“Compelling offer, but I don’t want to get wrinkly overnight.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “Plus, the water will get cold in an hour or so.”

He pouted, looking at you with pleading eyes. “But I can warm you up.”

You giggled at his insistence, gathering a glob of bubbles and planting it on his head in response. “We might get sick, silly! And your hair is still a mess.”

Meekly, he raised his hand up and let it fall back down. “Hmph. Arm tired.”

“Hmm, does someone need me to wash their hair for them too?” you drawled, running your fingers through Sonny’s wet strands of hair. The dampness turned his bright yellow hair into a darker, less vibrant shade. Still, he looked beautiful nonetheless.

He nodded eagerly, making a noise of excitement. “Please, yes.”

“Okay, since you asked nicely,” you sang.

You pumped the bottle of shampoo and collected the contents in the palm of your hand. You rubbed your palms together until the shampoo became sudsy, only then massaging his scalp. Moving in small motions, you slowly shampooed the entirety of his head, feeling his soft hair wet between your fingers.

A soft groan escaped his lips at the soothing motions of your hands. Once he was all bubbly, you tilted his head back slightly to rinse off the soap without getting it in his eyes. After conditioning, you tweaked his nose gently.

“All done.”

“Aww, already?” Sonny pouted, his bottom lip jutting out. Still, he drained the bathtub and stood up, wrapping a towel loosely around his hips. “That felt really nice, baby. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

He puckered his lips and you leaned forward to accept his kiss. “Anything for you.”

Sonny yawned, stretching his arm so high it could almost reach the light fixture in the bathroom. “Now I’m ready to get in bed, right?”

“Aren’t you missing something first?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

He blinked. “No?”

“Your clothes!” you laughed, lightly swatting his chest, resting momentarily on the firm cushion of his pectorals.

Apparently, a moment was enough for Sonny to notice. He smirked. “Like what you’re feeling?”

You gave it a squish despite the heat rising to your face. “Indeed I do. But we need to get it covered so you’re cozy for bed.”

Walking over to your bedroom, Sonny followed behind you, the fluffy white towel threatening to fall off his hips with each step. Opening his dresser, you picked the first soft shirt and boxer briefs you could find.

“Arms up!” you said, lifting your arms along with his.

He followed what you said and sat on the foot of the bed so you wouldn’t struggle putting on his shirt with his height. You slid the light grey shirt over his head as he poked his arms through.

Handing him his underwear, he teased, “Don’t want to help me put these on?”

You turned away, feeling your cheeks get warmer. “Don’t push your luck, mister.”

Sonny chuckled, discarding his towel and sliding his underwear on. When he was clothed, he wrapped his arms around your still turned back, hugging you tightly from behind.

“Thank you for all your help today, baby,” he murmured into your neck. “I feel much better going to sleep well-fed and clean.”

“I’m glad,” you said, cupping the side of his face with your hand. “You deserve a nice rest after all your hard work, and I’ll always be here for you when you need help.”

“I know.” Sonny kissed the top of your head. “And I’m always here for you too. Now… Sleep time?” He tugged you over to the bed, falling into the fluffy blankets with you still in his arms.

You laughed, enjoying the feeling of warmth around you. “Yes, now it’s sleep time.”

[hyubreis]

SONNY COMING HOME TO YOU !!

SONNY BRISKO X GN! READER | NO WARNINGS WORD COUNT : 1.6K

i dunno if u can call his hcs but oh well. also very lazy writing so sorry !! but i love sonny sm ofc i've gotta whip smth up for him

Sonny who's all couped up in his office, doing more work than usual, he wishes he could hear your voice in person. If he did, he'd finish all of his tasks within the blink of an eye.

After a long day, Sonny's all tired from work, and hes finally on his way home to you. Looking forward to being in your arms for the rest of the day.

Finally infront of your shared apartment with him, he forced himself to stay awake. Putting his hands on the door knob and opening it, revealing the cozy inside of your home.

This man is on the brink of sleep, but that all dissapears till he finally hears your voice and footsteps after

You smile warmly, "Welcome home!" you happily yelled with your voice that he cant get enough of. Your voice that's as sweet as honey.

You wrap your arms around him happily, and he returns the gesture by doing the same

He leans in to give you a kiss on the lips, and you give one back. a kiss that's both filled with love and adoration for eachother.

He nods happily, "mhm. i'm home." he kisses the top of your forehead and hides his face on the crook of your neck, causing you to let out a giggle

"So, what's for dinner babe?" he asks with his cute smile that you wish to protect till the end of your life, "well — i figured i cooked your favourite today!" Sonny brightens up even more just by hearing that

The two of you ate dinner, occasionally chatting about your day and sharing your love to one another

When you both finished, you helped him pick out some clothes so he can finally shower and change into them

After that, is a time where both of you finally get your well deserved rest in each other's arms <3 the warm and fluffy blanket Surrounding the both of you

[hyubreis]

thoughts for your head

phone sex wif sonny whether it be video or not- his little i miss you eowhgksjfkdj n when hes about to cum he starts blubbering little i love yous n noises jfkshthf

brb head fuzzy

🪵

he's pumping his cock sloppily at this point in time, his ragged, deep breaths very loud in the other end of the line. "i . . i love you." he'd pause in between words to continue tending to his dick's needs, although gibberish and muffled by the bubbling moans in his throat, he'd slip in an "i miss you" as well— letting the tangled strings of his feelings come undone in the heat of the moment <3 his voice is so raspy and it's so sexy when he lets you know he's being so needy for you first thing in the morning !! missing your walls, your velvet touches and your messy, heated kisses.